| What the fuck is this? |
| Ghetto huh?
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| Born here...reborn.
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| Ah, it smells like a plan in the hallways,
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| Where is the place for young prostitutes, that's it.
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| There they blow up with them (ba-baaah).
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| Collectives on garters or crowbars,
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| My rap here is familiar like,
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| In my opinion, he didn’t say that breaking the law is in fashion.
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| What the hell? |
| Whisper to mom?
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| That a son with a backpack is not at school, but in the trash.
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| Ah! |
| young lips,
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| Green chiki, short skirts.
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| I'm talking about sex, yes, but oh my god
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| Climb somewhere, and now march home.
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| I see we know how to live well, daughter
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| Only parashok is not chic. |
| Dot.
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| And you won't dream of me
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| Yes, like others, who needs a walking harlot?
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| Hips in the blood, young rags.
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| Can you do everything? |
| An honest lie.
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| Tell me girl, did I scold me for the evening at home,
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| Or someone once a virgin chal?
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| No need to lie, or what? |
| It's kind of corny to say that your antics are not
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| happy mother?
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| I forgot the boy at the house, confiscated the mobile,
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| If I met someone like that, a fucker would come to a moron.
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| Or did you think I'm telling you to keep count.
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| Stuff 122 cabins and a loop on the shoulder.
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| Yes? |
| I love the bull and I love the bitch.
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| Yes? |
| Got it wrong? |
| Stop, bitch, what are you?
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| Heard what you wanted, right?
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| And morality went to the bottom, but crawled out badly.
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| The ideological core is killed and forgotten at once,
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| Like a miscarriage eaten by the toilet.
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| How can I change and become outside,
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| How to call you write down, and how not.
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| How can I change and become outside,
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| How to call you write down, and how not.
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| How can I change and become outside,
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| How to call you write down, and how not.
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| How can I change and become outside,
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| How to call you write down, and how not.
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| Did I teach someone?
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| Not a teacher, no!
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| Pozhet knocked out on an unlucky initiative?
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| God forbid, nonsense. |
| In this city
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| In principle, there can be no other rap.
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| The principle is that there can be no absurdities here.
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| Girls of 15 sleep in other people's apartments.
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| Evidence in the form of an apple warms a pencil case for a schoolboy,
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| warm pocket,
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| Fucking cash
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| The pipe went for a gram.
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| The mentality is such, the priority is bad.
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| Grass-vivat, blue-salute.
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| I cannot influence
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| I do not offer a way.
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| This is not my charm, not my merit,
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| Your child is far from a miracle.
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| ... dishes
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| The smell of poison is jurisdictional,
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| Already have experience, as well as a record
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| I did not impose bliss, everyday life is to blame.
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| Such a program is soldered into the gene. |
| the code.
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| How can I change and become outside,
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| How to call you write down, and how not.
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| How can I change and become outside,
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| How to call you write down, and how not.
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| How can I change and become outside,
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| How to call you write down, and how not.
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| How can I change and become outside,
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| How to call you write down, and how not. |